Episode 107

Since discovering Elizabeth's true identity, Asher had undergone a transformation—from icy skepticism to ardent admiration.

Soren turned to Elizabeth, his gaze inquisitive. The weekend arrived, spotlighting the Peninsula Hotel.

The moment Elizabeth and Soren entered, they commanded the hall's attention. Soren, resplendent in a white suit adorned with diamond-studded shoulder patches, resembled a fairy-tale prince draped in starlight. His silver hair, catching the light, created an almost magnetic presence.

Beside him, Elizabeth wore a magenta silk slip gown—a bold choice she carried with effortless grace. The vibrant hue seemed a living canvas of elegance, a rare exotic bloom against a pristine backdrop. Her natural beauty was breathtaking; her luminous, deep eyes outshone even the crystal chandelier.

Whispers rippled through the crowd: "Which prestigious family does she belong to? Such extraordinary beauty!"

Sensing Elizabeth's momentary disorientation, Soren leaned closer. "Relax," he murmured reassuringly. Elizabeth nodded, returning to the present. Her mind drifted to the invitation card; its design tugged at the edges of her memory—familiar, yet maddeningly elusive.